Most peculiar, mama:
— streaking is back! Who knew?
— I think I’ll subscribe to the Saginaw News: all the info you need on vacuum-cleaner-fucking, then you scroll down to the high-school wrestling photos!
— the “Human Candles” of Walter Martin and Paloma Muñoz. Pretty. Creepy.
— if you happen to be visiting Maine, stop by the Grand View Topless Coffee Shop, where Elvis Thompson wears nothing but black shorts and black boots while pouring your black coffee.
— speaking of Elvis, Welsh superstar Tom Jones thinks Elvis Presley was checking him out in the shower. Now I’ll have basso profondo nightmares for days!
— another uncomfortable musical couple, Rihanna and Chris “Fists of Fury” Brown are getting back together. Wow, that’s depressing — apparently, a diamond says “I love you” but a contusion is forever.
— the mighty Max Blumenthal went to the big US right-winger convention and met a Republican rapper:
Can’t wait for the duet with T-Pain!
— and finally, news that only sounds strange but is, in fact, deeply deeply ordinary: a US study of porn sales finds that the demand is highest in the most conservative of states, like Mormon-infested Utah. One Harvard business professor says, “Some of the people who are most outraged turn out to be consumers of the very things they claimed to be outraged by.” To which we can only say: no shit, Sherlock.
Strange days indeed, and today’s title comes from John Lennon’s ‘Nobody Told Me,’ a track that always makes me smile (especially the lovely shot at 1:55 of John and Yoko dancing in front of a Canadian flag):
Why you can trust Xtra
